As if possessed, my body begins to move against hers. The pace becomes frenzied as I claim her mouth, wanting to taste the echo of the words on her tongue. I fuck my wife with all my strength until she’s a sobbing mess, begging for her release.
My hands feast on her soft skin and curves until they find her ass. Gripping handfuls of her asscheeks, I continue to pound into her, the sound of our bodies becoming one filling the room.
“Jesus, you have…” Thrust. “no idea…” Thrust. “what you do…” Thrust. “to me.”
“Nikolas,” she breathes my name like the holiest of prayers, her breaths sweet on my lips.
As Tess’ release hits, and my own zips down my spine, my heart opens like it never has before – and I fall so fucking hard for her – I know I won’t be able to breathe without her in my life.
Without her, life is just existing without reason or rhyme.
I savor her heat wrapped around me while our breaths return to normal, then looking deep into her eyes, I whisper, “I love you, Theresa. So fucking much it’s driving me insane.”
Her fingers caress my jaw, a soft smile flirting with her lips. She keeps staring at me, then finally lifts her head, pressing a tender kiss to my mouth.
I’ve never shared an intimate moment like this with anyone in my life. It feels as if we’re locked in our own little bubble of happiness.
It washes the blood from my hands.
It erases the screams of pain from my ears.
It removes the stain death has left on my soul.
“I love you, Nikolas.”
Everything in me stills, and like a violent storm finally dying out, I find a moment of peace.
In the most cherished moment of my life, my weakness becomes my strength.
Pulling out of Tess, I start to worship her body with my mouth and hands, my lips and teeth tasting her throat, her breasts, and feasting on her nipples until they’re hard against the tip of my tongue.
My palms and fingers caress every inch of her soft skin, and already dying to be inside her again, I sit back, kneeling between her thighs. Slowly pushing against her entrance, I watch as the head of my cock stretches her until she’s wrapped tightly around me.
As if in a trance, I can’t stop watching as I continue to slowly move in and out of her, absolutely captivated by how our bodies come together and how unbelievably hot it looks.
When I feel the pleasure building in my abdomen, I pull Tess up until she’s straddling me, and like the first night I fucked her, I lock eyes with my wife, our rushed breaths creating an inferno of heat between us as I make her come.
Her inner walls grip me in a tight hold, squeezing so fucking hard and forcing a powerful orgasm to rip through me.
With my heart pounding in my chest, and never having felt more alive than in this moment, I brush the strands of hair away from her face.
“Say it again,” I order.
“I love you, Nikolas.”
I wrap my arms around her, and burying my face in her neck, I suck in deep breaths of her scent. Minutes pass, and dawn creeps closer, but I can’t bring myself to let go, finding more rest holding Tess, than I would if I slept an entire night.
Chapter 40
Tess
I thought a routine was what I needed to have a balanced life, to cope and just be happy.
Turns out I was wrong. With the right people in my life, I’m actually enjoying going out and being social.
Who would’ve thought that was possible?
Smiling at Athina as I reach the table in a cozy Greek restaurant, I take the seat opposite her.
“How did you find this place?” I ask as I glance around at the Mediterranean décor.
“Mýthos?” She shrugs. “It’s been a favorite since I moved to Vancouver. I was homesick and searched for anything Greek I could find for a taste of home.”
A waitress comes to hand us menus with a welcoming smile.
Athina orders papoutsákia, roasted eggplant filled with beef mince and topped with feta and béchamel sauce.
My eyes rove over all the dishes, and it takes me a good five minutes to decide on souvlákia, skewers of meat served with a side of fries, tzatziki, and pita bread.
Glancing around the restaurant, I see James sitting with Yiorgos, Athina’s head guard. The other guards are scattered outside the establishment.
“I actually got used to having the guards around,” I admit to Athina.
She gives me a warm smile. “That’s good to hear. How are things at home?”
“Good.” I grin at her, adding, “Things are perfect between Nikolas and me.”
Her smile widens, relief in her eyes. “It makes me happy to hear that. Not many people understand Nikolas, but if you give him time, you’ll see the real him.”